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Thursday, March 31, 2005

it's a mad mission under difficult conditions

I've spent a bit of time inside Walgreen's over the past few days. Which has meant being exposed to Half Price Easter Candy.

Not being made of stone and all, I have picked up some Cadbury Mini Eggs at bargain prices. The various bunnies in cheap chocolate stared at me blankly while I rummaged around for the dark purple bag of goodness.

I saw a chocolate cross at one place, which led me to wonder if there is such a thing as a chocolate crucifix. I wouldn't know how to eat one, honestly. Chocolate bunnies are to be eaten ears-first as God intended, of course, but I just don't think I could bite the head off Jesus. There's a theology paper in this somewhere.

I did find a mold for the DIY crowd: chocolate crucifix mold. Can also be used for making soap.

Hey, that new issue of BUST is on your newsstand now! I really appreciate all of the great email I've gotten about my article, and I am So. Completely. Behind. in my responses. It means a lot to me; I was kind of nervous about putting all that out there, wondering what kind of reaction it would receive. So, thanks for reading.

And thanks to whomever is buying all those wtfwjd? and Christian Who Thinks shirts. My goal is to eventually be able to pay my deacon skool tuition entirely with wtfwjd? proceeds, because that would really impress the Commission on Ministry. Or, you know, not.

I'm still trying not to freak out about money all the time, because it is tiresome. But I have to pay my therapist out of pocket and then get reimbursed and I'm kind of wondering where the money is going to come from, even though they've slid me way down on the ol' sliding fee scale. Aren't I supposed to be a fucking grownup or something? I know I wouldn't be like this if I were living more in the happy Jesusy part of my brain and less in the crazy fearful reptile anxiety part of my brain. Sigh. Oh me of little faith.

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